Towering Above

Of Doves & Ravens

When man created god, did he know what god was capable of? The ultimate being is a force to reckon with. Magnificent and malicious. It's simpler than you think, far plainer than it seems. The world is drab and uneventful but the idea of a supreme entity seems to change all that. Suddenly, man has a reason to live and fight. In the name of the almighty, killing is justified and treacherey is but a way of life. Man's real motive comes to light when he can hide them under false pretenses. In the name of God, man does what he has always wanted to. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate God. I hate what people have made God out to be. A pious bringer of birth and death. An entity wholly responsible for creation, preservation and destruction. A guide towards a better moral view. A voice of reason and sometimes violence. I hate the fact that man has the supreme power to make God what he wants God to be. This much power in one person's hand can only lead to pain. I hate not God but the messiah. The prophet.

I admire Ravens. They do not care wether men think of them as harbingers of death. Doves on the other hand are just party tricks. They're pigeons made to look special. They flutter about with their little pigeon wings and their tiny pigeon brain. Don't take me wrong. I harbor no hate towards these poor birds, its what they represent. Peace.

Every person puts on a show. Everyone's an asshole wether they like it or not. Humans are selfish creatures by nature and no one can change that. When people go through experiences, it doesn't change them. It just makes them more of who they really are and are supposed to be, less of a show. Good people make bad decisions and can get away with it. Decisions that sometimes destroy other people's lives. Society turns a blind eye to the plight of the man oppressed by the good. Modern mob mentality deems it necessary to oppose those who oppose the popular.